Chapter 2965 Leisure Time (Part 9)
Chapter 2939 Leisure time (9)
Although California is already a relatively densely populated state, it still has the unique American characteristics of vast land and sparsely populated areas. There are basically only high-rise buildings in the more prosperous areas, and there are some short houses a little further away, so you can often see palm trees. higher than the house.
The styles of these cities on the west coast are completely different from those on the east coast. Although the traffic jams are the same, the sunshine is abundant, the breeze is gentle, the sky is as blue as if it has been filtered, and you can see all kinds of strange things from temperate to tropical on the roadside. Weird plants, green as if they were made of plastic.
Schiller and Tim drove around Los Angeles. Even at noon, when it was not so busy, there were still many cars on the road. After driving for more than an hour, they found a restaurant that looked like a Mexican building. Got in.
Then they discovered that the cafe in the town might not be an Internet celebrity shop, because the restaurant in the city was also very expensive and not very delicious.
In the afternoon, they drove to the beach, but instead of going to the beach, they just walked around the coastal road and drove to the airport before the evening rush hour.
Today's weather is even better than yesterday. When Pamela arrived, she caught up with the purple sunset in California. The whole city was purple-red, and the light printed on the white walls turned into a dreamy overlapping of pink, purple and orange. color.
Because it was still early, Pamela suggested going to the beach, so Schiller drove towards the beach.
The closer we got to the seaside, the shorter the house got. Eventually it was basically a two- or three-story white house, dotted with brown glass, which looked like half-baked toast in the warm sunset light.
The streets here are relatively narrow, and there are many shops surrounded by walls on the roadside. Because of the sea breeze, the ubiquitous smell of marijuana is finally not as strong.
"I suddenly thought of a good way to refute the plant protectionists." Pamela rested her elbows on the car window, her red hair slightly swayed by the sea breeze.
Pamela looked at a homeless man lying on the wall and said, "Why aren't there any plant protectionists to protect marijuana? Marijuana's life is also a life."
"So you can't research a plant that can make people feel happy without being addictive?"
"Don't make you sound too illiterate, kid." Pamela said disdainfully: "Human beings are addicted to happiness. This is a complete paradox."
Tim shrugged, indicating that he was just asking casually. Pamela said: "Drugs can destroy people's brains. There are so many people rushing to take them. If there is no harm, then all mankind will just stay at home and take drugs." ”
"Ah, I can't stand it anymore." Pamela rolled up the car window, because now they were facing the wind, and with the wind came not only the faint smell of marijuana and sea, but also the unsurprising smell of Smells of shit and urine.
All I can say is that if you don’t have a long nose, LA is indeed a good place.
They parked in front of a square, walked to the side near the sea, and found a restaurant on that street. As expected, it was still very expensive, already half the cost of New York.
Watching the leaves of the palm trees swaying slowly in the sunset and drinking the special sparkling wine, Pamela felt extremely relaxed. She took a deep breath and wished she could turn into butter and slump in the chair.
"Let's get down to business." Schiller put down his cup and said, "The party held at the so-called Love Farm is not low-level. It's not like you can cause chaos by just walking over and throwing two vegetables there."
"Then lurk in the field in advance." Pamela said: "Is one of their preparations for the banquet to check whether every cabbage in the field will hit anyone?"
Tim laughed and said, "Maybe everyone will do it after that day."
"Just what the plant protectionists want." Pamela said angrily: "They'd better check their refrigerator three times a day, otherwise sooner or later, their noses will be broken by cabbage."
"How many finished products did you bring?"
"Don't be stupid, I can't bring finished products. I can't explain to the security check why I bring cabbage, and it gets crushed too easily." Pamela said, she took out a small bag from her pocket, which contained A few seeds, she continued: "Because I can use the power of the green of all things, I can ripen them in a short time, just have a flower pot."
"Then let's go buy some gardening tools later, or just go to the woods in front of the door?"
"Again, the cabbage is not small. The farm is surrounded by three layers inside and three outside. How do we get it in?" Schiller asked.
"So that's what I thought." Pamela was still very reliable after getting the reward. She said: "I can go around there in advance and let him notice that the plants in the living room have died, so that he must Buy new ones.”
"I could put the seeds in the pot of his new garden plant, get them started on the day of the party, and jump into the crowd..."
"As far as I know, this banquet is not that simple." Schiller stirred the contents of the cup with a straw and said: "There is a big shot at the banquet. He should be the female candidate's connection. Someone is eyeing him."
"But didn't you say that your earth is safe and there are basically no enemies?" Pamela questioned.
"It doesn't have to be some kind of super criminal or alien to be his political opponent? This kind of thing has happened since ancient times, and it's impossible to avoid it."
"But if you carry out an assassination under such circumstances, the other party is not afraid of becoming the target of public criticism?"
"There have always been stupid people, but I don't think a political opponent who can be a member of Congress is particularly stupid. Maybe he is sure that no one can find him."
"Then it could be a super criminal," Tim said.
Schiller rolled his eyes, why couldn't he make sense? He thought for a while and then explained: "If this case behaves like an ordinary assassination, then there is no reason for it to be transferred to SHIELD's investigation process. Even if it is transferred, it will be investigated by ordinary agents first. Unless it is confirmed that a person with powerful superpowers committed the crime, superheroes will not be used.”
Just when Tim was about to ask something, Schiller continued: "Now, this is not a world that revolves around superheroes. Matters within the scope of ordinary people are solved by ordinary people. The Avengers, the largest superhero organization now, The backbone of the system is basically not on Earth. If they have to come back every day to settle ordinary people’s lawsuits, then what’s the point of talking about interstellar colonization?”
The two of them finally understood, and Pamela said worriedly: "Then what we are doing is also a superpower crime, right?"
"Who said that? Aren't you a human-beating cabbage bred through scientific means?"
"Yes, but most people wouldn't want to..."
"Who says not? I bet that Nick must have thought about this before you cultivated the vegetable that hits people. He would do anything that he could avoid being held accountable by the law."
"Okay, what about the power of All Green?"
"I said, as long as it behaves like an ordinary assassination case, it will not be transferred to SHIELD's investigation process."
"But it doesn't look like a cabbage that can hit people..."
"I told you, you cultivated it using scientific methods!"
"Then how do you explain its presence at the crime scene?" Tim asked.
"It's just an ordinary experimental accident." Schiller said: "A batch of seeds were lost in the laboratory, and they were bought back by a careless horticulturist. They were accidentally scattered in the pots of foliage plants, and were even more careless. The farmer bought it back.”
"That doesn't sound like a coincidence."
"There are about tens of thousands of such coincidences happening every day in the United States." Schiller said: "There are a lot of things running out of the laboratory, are there still two cabbages missing?"
"I always feel that you are a little wicked." Pamela said in a low voice first, and then repeated loudly, "You are just very wicked! The one named Nick Fury is even more wicked!"
"Why more?" Schiller heard the clue.
Pamela suddenly hesitated, and after Schiller's repeated questioning, she said: "Nick said that I should avoid other methods of getting the cabbage in, and let you bring the cabbage in, so that the cabbage can also I'll beat you up."
"This bastard!" Schiller scolded: "He is just taking revenge on me for not invoicing him for psychological consultation!"
"Then why didn't you open it for him?" Tim asked curiously.
"Because I want to open it for Stark, and the price he gives is relatively high."
"In other words, you provide psychological consultation to SHIELD employees, and then use the invoices from these consultations to defraud the Stark Group of medical funds?"
"What does it mean to lie!" Schiller stretched out his hand to tell them in detail, "If SHIELD agents are not mentally healthy and cause trouble, they will have to have the Avengers wipe their butts in the end? As soon as the Avengers are dispatched, Stark will not Or are you broke and worried?”
"Then what's wrong with me taking the SHIELD agent's psychological consultation invoice to Stark Group for reimbursement? This is helping him solve his troubles in advance, and I deserve all the rewards!"
Pamela had already been tricked by him, but Tim pointed out pointedly, "Then you also recorded this money as intangible assets to help falsely report the size of the company and amortize corporate income tax. What's the phone number of the tax bureau?"
"No, no, no, no." Schiller showed a sincere smile to Tim and said, "Stark will show you the account book so soon?"
"Do you still need to read it? That's what I remember from Wayne Group!"
"What's the phone number of the tax bureau?"
After eating, a few people strolled on the beach, and then they figured out the real purpose of Pamela coming to the beach. It was not too cold now, and even at night, there were a bunch of bikini beauties on the beach. Mira quickly got in and danced.
Schiller and Tim felt a little bored. They casually found a terrace by the seaside to enjoy the scenery. After a while, they heard some noise at the end of the road. They watched helplessly as a group of people came over holding banners.
"What is this?" Schiller was also a little surprised. He looked at the words written on the banner carefully and said: "California Independence???"
"It's a cliché." Tim said: "California's culture is indeed different from other places in the United States. Many people have no sense of belonging and hate the U.S. Congress telling them what to do."
"So it looks like things are not going well for the female candidate... Could this be related to someone trying to assassinate a congressman at a farm party?"
"Of course." Tim turned around and rested his elbows on the railing and said, "If you want to assassinate, assassinate. How can anyone make a big splash before the assassination? Isn't it just to force out the female candidate? The same goes for this parade."
"You are not as sophisticated as someone of your age."
"Then you have to ask Bruce." Tim said angrily: "He ran away and disappeared for a few months. I took care of the entire Wayne Group for him. One day I will take all his property and run away... …”
Just when we said this, a bottle of wine hit us. The two of us quickly dodged and found that a big man in the crowd was actually giving us the middle finger.
The scenery in LA is really good. You can go there to have fun. It’s best to go there when you have rhinitis.
Those who often play GTA5 can rent a car. Anyway, I don’t need a navigation system. I know the road with my eyes closed. Every corner of the city has the desperate figure of my five-star good citizens.